Happy third Anniversary it's been an awesome journey. Keras has gone through a lot in the last six years in terms of advancement, learning skills and character development. Looking forward to seeing the upcoming major story climax, I can feel it building up and I keep on getting more and more hyped.Believe it or not, this is the third anniversary of Rock the Cradle! Over these quarter-million words, we've covered more than six years of Keras' life, managed three advancements, and seen Keras find both opportunity and danger. We're getting close to a major story climax, but the details are yet to fully crystalize for Keras. However, I like to commission a little bit of character art as we get to milestones like this, so:
Damn that's a really awesome art.A depiction of the exhibition match between Lord Ju Dao of the Brightflare School and the Lady of the Night Sky of the Luxe family, courtesy of Renu:
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(see more of their art on Tumblr or here on SV; I know they commented recently about having an empty commission queue)
It feels fitting for Than, like he's a Dragon but he's also a nerd and teacher and it shows.
I like seeing Keras's reasoning for this it's pretty intune with what the thread was talking about.There's really one option that stands out to you. You don't feel like you can do nothing, and there's one person in the city who knows and trusts your spiritual sense, at least somewhat. The Lady of the Night Sky tested that. It may or may not have been the main reason she employed you as a courier, but it certainly was a part of it. She knows you took in the Remnant of one of her oracles, since she's commented on it.
With Cheng out of the city, she's unquestionably the strongest single sacred artist in Great Crevasse, and she has a personal stake in dealing with someone who attacked her people. "We need to move quickly, partner," you tell Beti as you hop down from your usual perch in her boughs to get the atrium open.
Bet is a Truegold and has the physical stats of one.She creaks in reply, a willingness to follow your lead. Once you've locked up Cheng's mansion behind you, she sweeps you off your feet to set you in her branches and sets off full-tilt towards the Luxe-mesa elevators.
Beti usually prefers a gentle amble that's still the pace of a decent jog for you, but that doesn't mean that that's as fast as she can go. It means that that's a comfortable pace she can keep up for long distances while still watching everything around her. Her pace now would be a full sprint for you: she is Truegold, so she is faster. Lowgolds and even the occasional Highgold duck out of the way or pull to one side when they realize that the ambulatory tree is not particularly interested in joining the usual flow of traffic, and you make it to the elevator banks in record time.
Sadly predictable given how "proper procedure" and ego soothing is a thing."Out of the question." That's technically a slight improvement from 'no', you guess, but she's not looking particularly worried about Beti despite being only Highgold herself, and it's clear that this isn't something she's going to bend on. "Put a respectful request in with her aides and maybe she will see you sometime in the next three months." You don't need your spiritual sense to understand 'and you'll be blown off if I have anything to say about it'.
Reminder that Farzana for all that she's a reasonable and pratical Tyrant is still a Tyrant. She was totally okay with aura crushing Keras which is pretty messed up but she's also pratical enough to get answers first and then make sure Keras was secured before gearing up. Farzana is still a horrible person but she's honestly not one of the worst people around, she isn't senselessly cruel or prone to letting her emotions get the better of her.Your breath stops for an instant and you uncontrollably fall to your knees. The pressure doesn't let up. The flagstones you're on crack with the weight of a Lady's focused attention and displeasure. You tremble, trying and failing to hold yourself up with all the strength in all six of your limbs. You fail, and your jaw hits the ground. Pain blossoms from a split chin.
Beti tries to wrap her branches and vines protectively around you, but fails. Black strings seize each of them and pull them back, Forged from the Luxe matriarch's madra.
And then she's there, in front of you. There's anger, but there's also the clockwork behind it, the constant assessment of functions and results that her clan is expected to meet. Hard eyes glare at you, but she lessens the pressure just enough for you to pick yourself up. You know, implicitly, the danger if she is not immediately satisfied by why you have interrupted her. She says only one word: "Explain."
You need two seconds to suck in enough air to speak. "Underlady, I have seen a vision of the person who attacked your peacekeepers the day of the elevator collapse. I know where they will be for at least a few minutes more. One of Cheng's assistants was investigating something that's pulled the attacker out."
"Where?" You quickly give the address in the Remnant Market. The Underlady's look is no less hostile, but at least it slides off of you at that point. She snaps her fingers, and the aide who always gave you the Grand Duchess' directions before rushes up. "Retrieve my war equipment," she says. "Bring it here. Then, get Priyanka and Javed. They are to join me at this establishment immediately. All other family Truegolds in the city are to be placed on full alert." One goldsteel-shod finger stabs at you. "The child stays here."
The guard who stopped you is kneeling, as well. "Lady, I apologize that I did not know you would—"
The Underlady's grunt cuts off the apology. "You followed the letter and spirit of my directions."
Farzana isn't a good person and doesn't care about Keras on a personal level or pretty much anyone on that level. But she's a stone cold political mover and shaker and Keras is an asset to her and those need to be maintained and cultivated. In terms of patrons Keras could do a lot worse, but I'm not comfortable with her being Keras'ss sole patron since Keras needs leverage to not be a full on tool to her. I'm very happy that Keras is placed under Cheng which prevents a lot of the more blatant stuff Farzana could do.
Looks like the assassin figured out that something was going on. Also the 4th person is concerning but also shows the whole uncertaintiy of things very well.There is a shriek of overstressed metal and the door opens. Fendi and Remelyn both turn to look as someone half-dead almost staggers in, dragging something. Their visitor didn't bother to knock or try to open the lock. The door just gave way. "Oh, oh, sorry for the mess." Nearly bald, skeletally thin, the newcomer pauses a second to cough, but their voice is equally soft before and after the cough. "Something the matter?"
Remelyn watches as Fendi tries to sort this out: there's no flicker of recognition, so this isn't Fendi's usual contact. That's a good sign, indicating that the alert went high, to trusted ears. "Welcome to Daurus and Son's. I realize you may be lookin' for—"
"Yes, yes, stars below and all that. Did you know this was a set-up?"
"What?" Fendi is halfway out of his seat, glancing between Remelyn and the newcomer. "I assure you, I'm just a—"
"—A loyal servant of the crown, yes, yes, yes." The visitor throws the thing they'd been dragging into the middle of the floor. Remelyn is glad of her Goldsign's ability to suppress certain responses as she realizes what it is.
It's the body of a woman in the king's colors. Lyn realizes that she can see another ruin of a body in the street. That would be the flying serpent itself. "Four watchers. I cleaned them up."
Remelyn had only had three watchers. The other either must have noticed something was up and kept their eyes open in case there was something going on that might be worth looking into, or they'd just been a wholly unconnected bystander who just happened to look suspicious.
The Assassin is very ruthless and this was shown really well. Keras is getting to see what a killer looks like and how they operate which while pretty traumatic will likely be good for their development as a Death Artist.The newcomer nods amiably, then suddenly swipes in Remelyn's direction. A Striker technique lashes out, breaking on a circular shield of force that appears in front of her. "I know, I know all the people above Lowgold we have," they whisper. "She's not with us."
Remelyn throws wide her outermost robe. Beneath it, constructs: a defensive piece that is already whining after deflecting just one Striker move. Communication and recording constructs are cunningly worked in, the better to be hard to notice. What she retrieves is the size of a small apple, and she throws it at the attacker's feet.
They do their best to avoid it, but aren't quick enough. Forged chains of earth and binding banks of thick cloud madra try to smother the killer. "Expensive, expensive toys. But forgive this lowly one. Bonds meant for a tiger will never hold a worm."
A vague apparition seems to embrace and surmount the killer: a skeleton, its bones thickened to serve as overlaid armor. It appears to be an Enforcer/Forger technique, and when it springs forth, the construct meant to lock down a Truegold for hours lasts for less than fifteen seconds as clouds thin and stone chains crumble.
She has more of a chance to see what the Striker technique is, this time. It's shaped like a screaming skull. The shield construct on her hip cracks in two, and the technique hits her hard enough to throw her into the wall. She barely notices the impact: all attention she still has is on her body, trying to fight off an attack that is still trying to kill her.
Fendi is less fortunate. He probably does not even realize that he's been attacked when he dies. This killer has no desire to leave behind dangerous loose ends.
Damn that was cold, respect to Farzana for just jumping them and demanding they should stand down. Also you can tell that Farzana has some really good gear.The Underlady doesn't do anything so crass as announce herself. The first sign she gives the killer is a javelin of light hurled at the back. They twist at the last possible moment, slamming a fist overlaid by a skeleton hand into the Striker technique. The radiant bolt is barely slowed or deflected. It brushes past the killer's sunken chest, and flecks of madra open tiny cuts all over their body. Most of it sails past, where it strikes the back of the shop and explodes with enough power to shatter half the building.
Farzana steps off her cloud at that point, falling the last dozen feet to the street, a Ruler technique bringing clinging darkness to the establishment, limiting visibility. A cloak lies across her shoulders, woven tight with scripts of protection and concealment. In her hands, she holds a pair of straight swords, one shining white and one a deep black.
Since the killer has survived, she speaks. "Lay fully prostrate on the ground and still your madra." There is no offer of clemency for obedience, nor a threat for defiance. It is only a bald command, for she is the Underlady.
The whole polite and insanely skilled killer is very awesome and terrifying.The killer throws themself into a perfect kowtow, forehead almost on the ground as they grovel in the darkening twilight. "Forgive, forgive this least one, kind Underlady."
A pause, only for an instant, as Grand Duchess Farzana processes if this qualifies as compliance, and then she leaps aside as the ground under her feet dissolves into a sinkhole.
It was a Destruction-aspected Ruler technique, projected through the ground to try to make her lose her footing, but she sensed it just in time. The killer is up again, swiping a hand to launch another screaming skull at her, but her technique is faster, faster in the way that only light can be. The skull misses, but her javelin of madra strikes the killer square.
With a grunt of effort, the killer blocks the impact with both hands, and weathers the incandescent explosion that briefly brightens the artificial night. Shaking, they look up as that temporary star fades again, and have to dive to the side to avoid a sword through the eye.
Still, it was a near miss. Near enough. The Underlady's left hand seizes up, and the black blade falls from numb fingers as the killer's armor of Forged death strikes back.
Hissing, they leap for her, long bony fingers curled into claws, and the little Lady engages a movement technique, taking her well clear, though the edges of Destruction rend gashes in her cloak.
"Dear me, dear me," the killer says, panting, looking in her direction through the darkness. She's only a few dozen feet away, but still hard to see directly. "I thought... you'd be too proud to flee from me. A terror you are, a terror."
Huh good to know that's very impressive also the "I'll learn from your Remnant" is such a cold line."You can weave soulfire." It's not a question. A Truegold who lacked that skill would have crumbled the first time she landed a blow, though it is also apparent they cannot use it properly.
"I can, I can. But this mewling one has not yet learned the greater secrets. If I am to be a Lord myself..." They stare at her frankly. "I expect I can learn the knowing from your Remnant."
The killer is cold as ice but loosing a limb still sucks.But the killer is not free to keep attacking. Both of them had used their brief exchange of words not as a reprieve, but a chance to ready attacks. The black blade also rises under its own power, then spears for the killer. They don't notice for a crucial instant, then instinctively try to block the attack with their right hand.
The hand comes off, halfway between elbow and wrist. The Enforcer technique corrodes the weapon even as it flies, but it almost pierces the Truegold's eye before the weapon crumbles. They barely notice, clawing for their missing arm with their left hand. They howl, but even this is little more than a whisper. "My... my haaand."
Farzana has that dawg in her also she really wants that information."Lay fully prostrate on the ground and still your madra."
Disbelieving, the killer's wide, bloodshot eyes go to the Grand Duchess, who is approaching again. Wounded, her equipment obliterated, and still alone, she nonetheless is unshaken, and it is now apparent the killer is getting the worse of their exchanges. Madra and soulfire still surge in her as she readies her next series of attacks, points of starlight glittering bright in the vast darkness. Only instant obedience might be fast enough to allow her to abort her blow.
Props to the assassin for disabling Farzana and getting away. Also that Script is very impressive and a tactical move.It wobbles, it comes apart, but it blazes with power as it does, and it catches the Underlady's right foot. She grunts in pain as death and destruction wash over her limb.
Another luminous javelin hits the killer, and it sends them flying. Trembling, the Enforcer technique failing at last, they pick themself out of the wreckage they hit, not noticing or caring what it had been before, panting, bleeding, weak.
Panting... too much, they realize. Through one of the now-numerous holes in the wall, under cover of the midnight lighting the Underlady has cloaked the battlefield in, the killer spies the script circle of Forged shadow madra the Duchess had laid before attacking. It's a complex script, commanding the power of air, demanding it weaken, thin, deliver nothing to breathe.
Groggy, the killer shakes their head. This might have gone the other way if they could do the ambushing, but today the Lady of the Night Sky had left nothing to chance. She had not trusted to advancement alone and attacked arrogantly: she had prepared the battlefield so she could not lose. The hidden script had ensured that, no matter what, the killer would have eventually choked, while soulfire control meant that the Lady would not be so inconvenienced. Clutching at numerous injuries as best they can, they call one more skull, this last bit of power disrupting the delicate balance of the temporary script circle.
As clean air finally pours in, they take a deep, gasping breath... and sense more light and shadow power behind them. They don't turn to look, they just flee, blindly, into the depths of the city.
Surely the Lady's injuries will prevent her from following. Surely.
She's important makes sense she'd get the best healers available.You sigh, looking around. There's a lot of people here, now. You and Beti were herded into a secure conference room thing, along with Mireya, while the Underlady and her Truegolds went off to fight. Javed and Priyanka got there only a few minutes after the Duchess, but the fight was already over as they arrived. There was just the Lady of the Night Sky, standing there. She hadn't had much choice: one leg couldn't support her weight. By either happenstance or intent, Remelyn had survived, and both of them had been rushed to the Bronze Serpent place for urgent healing.
Lacking information and having various personalities makes it so things can get chaotic. And it's not to surprising that the Brightflares took advantage of things. Also keeping Vekenta's injury under wraps makes sense given if it got out people would pounce on it and chaos would occur.Most people don't have an Etaja to tell them what's going on, though, so the conference room has become a nerve center, with Luxe officers of various ranks and advancement all ferociously arguing with each other about what's going on, what to expect, and what they need to do. Various scouts and couriers come and go. There are movements across the city as various Brightflare agents make strikes of opportunity against the Luxe. Nothing major, as far as inter-sect struggles go, but a few businesses and warehouses have had a sudden change of management. There was a concern that some broader riot could break out when word of the Underlady being hurt got out, but that, at least, doesn't seem to be happening.
Moments like this really shows who Keras is as a person, they're very empathetic and caring and they where able to use their experience with what happened to their father to help Mireya process things and support her. Keras also has a good understanding of what Mireya is going through and has to deal with in the day to day and in general. I think this is the first time Mireya can truly count someone as a friend which is sad but it's good that Keras can be that for her.Mireya has sat next to you for most of it. No one is too worried about you right now, because you're kids, but it's getting to Mireya. She started by projecting a cool calm, but as word has gotten back through normal channels, she's not quite holding it together. Her upper lip is quivering, and the feathers of light on her wings shudder slightly, now and then.
When you come out of your own funk enough to notice, you turn to her. "Miss Mireya? Give me your hands." A little uncertain, she complies. "Follow me," you say, and use an exaggerated example and a little squeezing of her hand to prompt her. "Breathe in, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. Breathe out, two, three, four. Hold, two three, four. In, two, three, four."
After a couple cycles, she's visibly more in control of herself. "I know a little about how scary this can be," you tell her, quietly, while the adults all continue their complex dance for prestige and power and money all throughout the city. "My dad was the strongest sacred artist I knew for years, and I had to see him hurt, too, without knowing how it would turn out."
"Thank you," she says. "I will be fine. My honored mother has many contingencies, and some of them she has shared with me. I will serve her will, and the Luxe will continue to thrive." She glances to one side for an instant, checking if anyone is paying attention to you two, then says, in a quieter tone, "But... thank you. All the time, everyone needs me to be the perfect daughter. Everyone else."
She's not allowed to show vulnerability, to show weakness. The Luxe need her to be the perfect scion, the servants see only a noble's child, their rivals need to see calm power... Mireya is often lonely, but today she is a little less so, because you're here.
And so, just for a second, she gives you a small, friendly smile, and she looks so like Venkata for that moment, both of them with a good soul that gets buried too much of the time under a necessary presentation and a belief that they have to claw for every advantage they may ever have the opportunity for.
No one can blame Javed for being done with this day.It's not up for debates as far as he is concerned. "Okay," you say. "Can someone feed Beti while I do that, then?"
"Feed?"
"Truegold sacred beast meat, if you have any. Highgold, if you don't. She technically belongs to Underlord Cheng, and he's been making good use of her."
Javed looks like this is one more issue he doesn't want to deal with today, but he doesn't complain.
The "visions" that Keras has is very useful and while Vekenta is to much of a bitch to say thank you or show appreciation she's very aware of how useful Keras has been.Erusine beckons you close with a toss of her head, so you approach the three of them. The Underlady speaks first. "I found an unusually potent Truegold. They escaped me. Do you have any other useful information about who they are or where they have gone?"
You shake your head. "I don't think so. My... today's vision showed me an underground thing they were in, and I know they flew away east. I don't think I could do anything to track them. I don't know anything else."
The Underlady grunts. "My daughter should have forced you to learn proper oracular methods. Be that as it may, confirmation they fled the city is still of some use. If you ever interrupt me again like you did today, it must be both this urgent and this important to my interests. Do you understand?"
"I will obey, Underlady."
Death Madra is very rare and a Death Healer is even rarer it's a niche that Keras can fill in neatly.The Underlady grunts again. When she opens her mouth to say something else, Erusine clicks her tongue once, and even the Underlady subsides in the face of a healer doing her work. Erusine looks at you. "The attacker's madra is still in the Underlady's spirit, and that of the other woman." That means Remelyn. "It is death and destruction madra Forged tightly together. In order to get it out, I will need help from both of you." For that, her gaze shifts to the squirming Luxe man. "I would be surprised if there are even a hundred people in Great Crevasse that use death madra. I would not be surprised if it is fewer than a dozen. You are here because there are no alteratives, Keras, although this is no task for a Lowgold. Destruction madra is not as rare, but Keras at least has been trained in healing techniques and I have never yet met a healer who uses destruction. Siddiq, that means you are the weakest link, here. I will lance the foreign technique with my own power, and then both of you are to draw the relevant portion of loose madra out to vent. The Underlady's potent spirit will assist us."
Keras is learning a lot about healing and death madra from this.When Erusine gets a round of nods, you feel her spirit stir afresh, and cast your own senses into the Lady of the Night Sky's body, and sense her allowing your intrusion. At three points in her, you can sense tiny, squirming nuggets of immense power, the same as you felt when you saw the victims after the elevator attack, but far more potent. Nonetheless, when Erusine's Ruler technique seizes and lances the first one, it unravels. It changes from a technique that is trying to hurt to... shapeless power, no longer effectively striking at the person it is in. You sense Siddiq doing his best to gather up and siphon away the destruction, and your own technique gathers the death. It's a strange, delicate task, partway between normal healing and drawing in external madra for your cycling, but you do it.
Keras wants to use their their own way not like how the assassin does. Also the proper containment measures are impressive.A cold, empty power feels like it fills your madra channels. A reckless part of your mind considers trying to actually cycle it, to take this foreign madra in and make it your own, but the rational side evaluates that you can't and that it would be a bad idea. This isn't loose, undifferentiated aura: it's the specific path and power of someone else's spirit, so it wouldn't respond to your usual cycling and you have no idea how to change that. Even if you succeeded, you might draw in... more of the wielder than you would like. You don't want to be death embodied, not like that person is.
A second technique is broken up, and again you draw a chilling, awful power out of the Underlady. Your teeth are chattering and your body shaking as the third breaks at Erusine's command, and you draw death away from the old woman.
You shiver as you come back to yourself, your channels full to bursting with foreign death madra. You need to vent it before it permanently warps your own spirit, but flooding the room with death would be counterproductive.
Luckily, the Bronze Serpents are prepared. There's a scripted container near you, set while you were in the healing trance. "Empty the power into these," Erusine says, and you realize Siddiq has one of his own. You comply, forcing the alien madra out of your body and into containing scripts. The container fills all the way, and the cap automatically closes and seals. Even that's not quite enough, but the remaining death madra you push out into the air to let dissipate. It's not as much, so it shouldn't be a problem: it's the difference between breathing only smoke or smelling a distant campfire. It still takes on the faint appearance of a screaming skull before it fades away. You shake your hands as the numbing feeling of this madra fades.
Venekata is taking the healing well but it's going to take a while for her to fully heal.You see Siddiq shaking his head as he does the same for the other madra, his Highgold spirit better able to handle his portion than you were. The leftover power he can't fit in the container falls to the floor and eats away at a quarter-inch of bare rock before it is spent. "Leave the hazardous waste containers where they are," Erusine commands. "We'll gather them up once it's safe and dispose of them. Underlady, you still have a long healing process ahead of you, but it hopefully will not be complicated."
She grunts. "Even more than that, I need answers. Heal that assistant."
Respect to Erusine for getting rid of shitty decor like this, I'm guessing it's a gift from someone that they can't really get rid of easily so this is convenient for her.You repeat your process, slowly leaking the death madra into the air and getting a horrible, sustained wail from doing so, but even if it kind of hurts your ears, it won't do anything worse to anyone like this. Erusine gets an ugly granite statue about two feet tall for Siddiq to spill into. If anything, it feels like she's slightly relieved to have a justified reason to lose the tasteless statue.
So Venkata surviving placed the Luxe under suspicion. Also Lyn is salty about the Script choking her and Farzana was completely unapologetic about it which is something.The Underlady, still receiving the ministrations of Erusine's familiars, is the first to speak. "You started quite a mess in my city," she says.
Lyn shrugs, staring blankly at the ceiling. "You were under suspicion until today," she says.
"I was, was I?" There's a sharp anger to the Lady of the Night Sky's response.
"You were." Lyn is unmoved by the anger. With a wince, she cycles her power, revealing... something?
There's a notch in Lyn's spirit, a signal of some sort that you don't recognize.
The Lady does, it seems. "That isn't easy to forge. So you're with the King's Own Eyes. Haven't I proven my loyalty enough over the decades?"
Lyn stops cycling. "My duty to the king is to run down all the possibilities. Someone has struck at promising Highgolds and Truegolds in the Luxe, Rao, and Seppelin families, as well as the Bloody Bayou sect. The Luxe's scion survived it, and then advanced. How better to allay suspicion? But it's clear you weren't part of it. Even if you almost asphyxiated me."
"This is my city." And, implicitly, that means she can do what she wants with it. Even choking Lyn as she does.
"And you hadn't yet managed to run down the assassins who attacked your daughter, nor had the others done the same for their attackers. The king is not blind to the threat to his loyal servants, and set people like me to try to gather information or infiltrate any local organization behind it. From various pieces of evidence, Great Crevasse seems like the epicenter of the conspiracy. I just hadn't gotten more than one level of their main recognition code until yesterday."
Also oh shit Lyn really milked Keras for a lot of information.
The King's Own Eyes being a secret police fits given the name. Also the Winter Blade is a good cover all things considered. Keras getting a good understanding of how things is going matter, man Lyn really didn't know a lot and Farzana knew less.All this is immensely confusing for you. You can understand most of the outline of things: Remelyn's with a secret police sort of group. You haven't heard of the King's Own Eyes before, but even without knowing the name, that's clear enough. Looking like the Winter's Blade—whether she's actually from them or not—is a cover that makes her a more potentially appealing target to recruit, and to be perceived as less likely to be part of the king's loyalist forces. She was investigating Risshon, but hadn't gotten deep enough into the conspiracy to act until you gave her an opening; she strongly suspected Risshon, but did not have enough to go on. Meanwhile, the Underlady probably had even less, so she couldn't know where to start.
And you just got swept up in it.
For the first time today, you see a little bending of the Lady of the Night Sky's normally inflexible projection of power and control. She actually slumps slightly where she sits. "If you can help me settle the score with all the people who dared try to kill my favored daughter, then the resources of the Luxe are yours to pursue that trail."
Lyn continues lying where she is, staring up at the ceiling. "You have my word, Underlady. We will get them all."
You think they've mostly forgotten you and Siddiq are here at all as they talked.
I'm guessing that this will be a Fated meeting that's interesting.Risshon is the other known major member of the conspiracy. He will shortly be apprehended. However, he will have a talk with Keras, colored significantly by how things changed with Keras' new understanding. It will be a talk that Keras learns from and takes thoughts away from.
Honestly Keras really has a knack for that kind of thing.[X] After the arrest
The funny option
You can call this kid Keras "right time and place" Forrester
Not pissing off Cheng is a good idea he likely won't blame Keras since they're a kid who wasn't at fault but pushing things isn't good.[X] When he escapes
I'd rather not have to maneuver around Cheng in the Before option, especially since it seems likely that we'd be doing so specifically as a distraction to catch Risshon and so in the Underlord's perspective would tie us even further to the clusterfuck that just disrupted his highly-trusted assistants midway through his masterpiece.
Of the remaining options, I could honestly go either way; but I feel like finding him in the middle of his desperate escape has the most potential - there's no way that we'd be able to outright stop him, sure, but neither would he be able to casually brush past us when we've got Beti backing us up. The mindset he'd be in at that point would be interesting to see for a better look into his character, since up until now he's been almost completely composed, and either his actions or words might let slip some very juicy information about his goals or opinions that he wouldn't have released with more control of the situation. I'm also interested in what Keras would be thinking in that situation - sure, Risshon's part of a murderous conspiracy, but he's also been their main teacher and the friendliest face in Cheng's manor for years, and there are definitely hints that he's genuinely fond of us in turn. That's a potent mix of conflicting emotions ripe for the writing, especially when set in a situation like this where both participants are aware he's about to disappear offscreen for a long while and only return to try and do more damage to their life in Great Crevasse.
Thanks for the chapter, and happy three years of RtC!
Keras's thoughts on what's happening and how it'll impact them will be very important.
We'll likely have to talk to her after this.[X] After the arrest
I wonder how Gardenia is going to feel about this? On one hand, we kinda blew up her big break, she probably liked Risshon at least a little, and I suspect she would have been sympathetic to the conspiracy's goals. On the other, staying with him for longer might have implicated her in the conspiracy and made her an enemy of the entire Luxe clan, and the kingdom, and the brightflares.
This probably counts as repaying our favour, though.
They're a specialist, they're basically the peak of True Gold, heavily specialized in killing for both their Death - Destruction stuff and for their skills and the main reason they're not an Underlord right now is because they haven't gotten their revaluation or learned to properly use Soulfire.Already posted my vote by re-reading the chapter: holy shit what's up with this freak? Killed multiple golds instantly without raising any alert, then survived an ambush from a position of strength by a Lord and seriously injured her in the process? They're a monster. I wonder whether their twisted behavior is a result of their path, or if they chose a path to match their twisted mind.
Oh yeah this is very impactful for Keras.[X] After the arrest
I feel like this has the most interesting character development for Keras specifically.
You're assuming that the plan isn't irreparably borked.
Calling in Farzana was the right call since Lyn would've died and Ju Dao likely would've been permanently crippled.Damn, what a fight. Pretty sure this was the right call. Relying on Lyn definitely wasn't, this guy would've destroyed her. Ju Dao is probably a worse fighter that LotNS and despite the vote saying she'd get there late, seems to have made it there on time. Only possibility I can see is that Ju Dao might've been fast enough to set an ambush, or bring a few other Truegolds to back him up.
And they've optimized their skills for it. They're insanely deadly.Dude's really impressive, but he also has basically the best possible path for pure killing.
It likely won't succeed but I think they'll still have a legitament shot.Eh...I don't think it is? This lost them a lot of manpower, and their strongest fighter has been weakened. But as long as they can get an assassin close enough to Kiro, they can still pull it off -- assuming they can get more poison.
The King will be on alert and raise security, but I don't think anybody knows Kiro specifically is a target.
It's one of the major events in the quest that's kinda fixed.I am indeed assuming that, yeah.
The way I see it, the conspiracy attempting to assassinate the Prince is one of those big-ticket, arc-spanning, ever-decreasing "X until Y" Predictions that the Quest's been building up to for months; like our duel with Olerac or the incoming Dreadgod. We can change the circumstances around those events depending on how we vote, certainly - how much we know in advance, who we've befriended and to what degree, whether the antagonist's been given any advantages or disadvantages from their theoretical baseline, and a whole bunch of other stuff - but in some form or another, the event itself will occur.
[X] After the arrest
This shows that Keras takes the initiative to see Risshon which is something I like. Being able to have an honest talk with Risshon while asking about their motives is good. I want to understand why Risshon is doing this and for Keras to understand it to. I think it'll be good for their development.